"Chipia and Voldemort? That makes loads of sense. NOT"
"That's what I saw…and usually things I see end up happening."
"Hexo, your psychic. What do you expect?"
"I expect it to start raining money. But it never happens. Does it?"
"That's a bit too far expectancy."
"Aww… we can all have dreams can't we?"
"Yes, Hexo, we can have dreams…but sometimes…they don't come true."
"Unless…you are a 6 billion year old angel with psychic powers and the ability to teleport wherever you please" I wink at her. She smiles back at me.
"Well, that's just you."
"You're older. I mean what more do they want. Duel a 6 billion year old angel…why not battle her sister? She can talk to animals! Oh, and she can read minds. Both of them know what your gonna do next. Either way, Voldemort, you're gonna lose."
Oblong, my sister. The head angel. She's the oldest daughter of our father. Guess who he is. I'm not telling. Dresses herself in a beautiful pink dress everyday, and walks around with her ginger hair proudly. Famous known in Heaven for being the Head Angel, there isn't an angel who doesn't know her. Her status doesn't get to her head though, and she has a wonderful family and is happily married to Deccy. She is currently living her 56th (I'm not kidding) life on Earth. I haven't always accompanied her with these. But know I'm starting another story.
"So, you get Avada Kedavra'ed by Voldemort….I guess he exists then, and you survive, obviously. Chipia's there?"
"I heard him talking, He told Voldemort to wait."
"Right. Obviously he knew you were going to come out fine"
"I wonder why he let him do it then…"
"So Voldemort could see for himself that spell has no effect on us."
"So what do we do now?"
"We wait. For him to come"
"And I avoid Chipia…"
I closed my eyes. I could feel someone approaching…my sixth sense working away there. A wave of dark magic. Sonton…is coming.
"We have to get out of here…Sonton is coming…here."
"I have a plan."
"What?"
"RUN!!"